Krazy
Tell me somethin' I don't know
I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos
These niggas slippin' like bar soap
These niggas listenin', use Morse code
Boy a nigga sippin' like parched throat
Uh, uh, umm, excuse me
These niggas talkin' that beef shit
We'll check into it like the room's cheap
And all we sell is the greatest feelin'on Earth
They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork
Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court
Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord
My nigga order like 20 bricks, I sent 5 bricks with 4 chicks
Ridin' with these guns, that's carpoolin'
Bought extra clips when I dove in
Miss. Snow White, we snowed in
Nigga miss me with that whole shit
Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with
Kill everybody you close with, just don't stick your nose in?
My bullshit, cause I close it like a clothespin
The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in
If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him
Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right
My head on my shoulder
And my eyesight a lil' blurry, but it stand on my quota
And we find out moms address, and your head get mailed over
Nigga you make that bed, you lay in that bed
Or get that bitch maid over
Tunechi
You so crazy, Tunechi
You so crazy, bitch
I-I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I-I know, I know, I know, I know
They say Tunechi, Tune, Tunechi, Tune
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
You so crazy, bitch
Uh, tell me something I don't know
I'll tell you something I do know
Like money, drugs, bitches, guns, niggas call me Mucho
Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Juco
We'll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast
Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don't get too close
To that new nigga with my old hoes, kudos
For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno
Getting swole like Popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno
I'm in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points
Ak to your face, knock half off like coupons
Too cool for school, but I sold cool points to school boys
Tell the cops we don't name drop, that's like droppin' newborns
Nigga you crazy
You so crazy, Tunechi
These hoes lazy
Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know
Like where the fuck did my heart go?
And show me something I haven't seen
And give me what help Martin sleep on the same night
He had a dream
And take me to where I've never been
But not to where I'll never be
And I ain't never scared, but I'm scared of me
Me versus me, I need a referee
Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
Fuck deputies, big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned
To trafficking from peddling like everything
From amphetamines to medicine
These niggas sweeter than nectarines and grenadine, ha
You so crazy, Tunechi
You so crazy, bitch
I-I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I-I know, I know, I know, I know
They say Tunechi, Tune, Tunechi, Tune
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
You so crazy, bitch
Tell me something I don't know, like what happened to hard coke?
You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready
My family call me Eduardo
I'm music to these bitches ears, I hit that ass like the wrong note
My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes
You can find me prancin' in the finest mansion with
The finest dancer with a height advantage
She want cocaine, pills, and weed, liquor and dick
She gotta micro manage
I'm just eating rappers, they go nice with salad
And some diced up carrots
I just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathic
Nigga give me credit?
Or my balance
Lil Tunechi
And I bump my head when I stand up
Compositor: Publicado em 2014ECAD verificado fonograma #35201389 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM